I can already tell that it's going to be very hard to get back into my routine when I go back to work on Tuesday. Last night we went to a late showing of "Kill Bill 2" and stayed up until after 1:00 a.m. (admittedly the two-hour nap we took that afternoon facilitated things). I went to parties on Friday and Saturday nights and still got up relatively early the next day in both instances.
This morning I need to go to the grocery store to get picnic foods for a boat trip with some friends. I could have slept considerably later, but a mylar balloon made its way from the opposite end of the house and wound up caught in the gravitational pull of the living room ceiling fan. I woke to a loud, "thwack, thwack, thwack" sound as the fan blades pummelled the balloon repeatedly. After I retrieved the balloon and put it out of our misery with a steak knife, I tried to go back to sleep, only to be pestered incessantly by the cats. After the third set of furry legs grazed my face, I decided to just get up.
I'm very torn today about going on an afternoon leisure trip because I have tons of work to do. It is imperative that I begin easing out of the majority of my volunteer newsletter commitments as soon as possible. I took them on when I was self-employed (read: underemployed), but now I simply do not have the time for them. Every time I try to do something fun or just laze about when I'm not working, it makes me feel guilty. I want my free time back!